I know India mothers
In its pulsating belly
(The epicentre of life)
A darkness that expands each day
And yet, each time
I can only feel
The rain on my skin
An ambled road carved into a field
Taking me home to sweet grains
And soft dal and warm hearth
The light that I capture in my eyes
Perhaps makes me truly blind
From the darkness that I just won’t let
Seep into my lashes.
R.S.
Dal: lentils
Titanic Sailed 